It’s been a while since I turned to this frequency. I’m sorry about that motorbabies. I’ll try to be better about this but ya know with all the crazy shananigans going on out here, I’m surprised you all are able to do it.
So whats the word?
AnonymousI am fun ghoul, just not in this rp verse, not anymore. If you want to know which one, I can put a link up. As for replacing, I saw that and i have to say I’m happy, I know how much Poison wanted to continue this rp so I’, glad he found a few more people =). I wish them all the best of luck!
Turn up your frequencies! How is everyone out here and there in the sandy jungle?
Her right eyebrow arched at Ghoul’s words. Her posture straightened up and her chin lifted as she watched him with every intention on meeting an argument if he was about to start one. And then he sat down and apologized. ”Don’t worry about it, high tension situation leads to it,” she nodded.
Pixie returned her attention to the notebook on her lap as she started on another page but this one showed the levels of the building she had lived in and what was found on each floor. Her memory was a little fuzzy when it came to it, that had been where she stayed between trips to the doctors and recovered. She still did her best to add all of the details that stood out. It was a few more minutes before she ripped all of the relevant pages out and held them out for Ghoul to look over. ”Hopefully that’s helpful but I was usually drugged out of my gourd when I was there or coming and going, kind of made things fuzzy in my head.”
Poison kept in his corner staying quiet. He wondered if Ghoul’d let him go out for patroling or something. But he didn’t dare to ask. Not with Ghoul being in this mood. The red head felt kinda useless. It took him a few minutes till he found enough courage to ask. “Can…Can I go out? For patrolling?” He instantly backed up a little, fearing the other to jump at him.
*Ghoul didn’t move, he had laid out over some of the machinery in that small amount of time racking his brain, a few of the hand drawn prints that Pixie had made into his hand. His eyes were closed and it took him a while to answer*
..not by yourself. if the others don’t want to go then I wouldn’t count on it. Besides, there’s not much to patrol out there anyways… not now at least. It’s best if you just stay put.
I’m tired of doing it the simple non violent way. If we are going to delay them and send a message we are going to make it loud, we are going to make it boom.
*he paced a little bit trying to think of an attack strategy. There was a reason each of them did not lead, they all had their faults but were cancelled out by eachother now that Poison fell silent Ghoul’s idea began to get a little more dangerous*
…I want to send a message. It’s going to require a lot of fire power though and a little bit of under city tunneling. Your old apartment, they’re have been rumors of pre built bomb bunkers in most every building in the city. Was your place fortunate enough to have one attached? If so I’m going to need you do find me or draw me up some blue prints of some of the main surrounding buildings in a one mile radius around it.
*his tone was cold as his place slowed*
Poison listened, as Ghoul had told him to. But he kept quiet. He didn’t say a single word to the plan. He couldn’t. He needed to find his own way back into this world. But that couldn’t be forced.
Pixie nodded, flipping to a fresh page and started to draw out the aerial view of the building she used to live in and then filling in details. This process repeated a few times and covered several pages as she tried to get it as close to accurate as her memory would allow. ”I never saw a bunker, I knew about a laundry room and the exercise room was underground as well,” she shrugged, her attention fixated on the paper resting on her lap.
“I’m not comfortable plotting out deaths of innocent people, you know, so I’m hoping this whole bit is just to find a way into town instead of a detonation point,” she glanced up, one brow arched sharply. ”Cos you’ve been, that place is kind of out of the way and not in the part of town that’s on the top of the list to fix immediately. None of the tenants are of important rank or status.”
Pixie, I’m not asking you to kill anyone, I’m asking you to draw up blue prints, thats it. It’s not fucking hard.
*He was aggravated, not at pixie nor poison but he just hated the stress that had been building up ever since Poison’s return from the city. He sat down, closing and rubbing his eyes. he crossed a line and he knew it*
…..I’m sorry,… pix
*Ghoul was tired of the games and he had had enough of Poison’s responses, if he wasn’t going to listen by choice then Ghoul was going to fix that, free of guilt. He followed the other back inside into the room and watched as he sat down on the floor. Ghoul stopped, crouching down in front of him, getting to his eye level*
remember what I said, you listen and you abide, do you understand me.
*ghoul no longer felt like the funny man, he felt like he was taking poison’s job and at the moment he was. he got up and turned back to Pixie*
what did you ask again?
It was hard for Poison to see Ghoul take over his job, but at the same time it was good that he did. The red haired man was so out of the loop. Even after remembering his past now. He didn’t feel like being a leader anymore. He had lost his vibe. He had lost his fighting spirit. And he needed to get that back. Quietly he nodded a tiny bit at the others question and kept quiet, listening to what the shorter man had to say.
Pixie stared at Ghoul for a moment when he asked her what she had said earlier, of course her mind had to go blank right at that moment. She glanced down to the notebook on her lap before nodding. ”Right, I was asking about hacking into their network or maybe something even more explosive and just take out their communications somehow. If we can’t get the information or stop it, we can at least delay it in hopes of having more than …” she trailed off, glancing over to Poison and then the others in the room. ”In hopes of having more help or a better idea of what to do.”
She didn’t want to discount Poison as part of people that could help, but she was starting to worry about dragging him into the fray if he was having difficulties facing conversations.
I’m tired of doing it the simple non violent way. If we are going to delay them and send a message we are going to make it loud, we are going to make it boom.
*he paced a little bit trying to think of an attack strategy. There was a reason each of them did not lead, they all had their faults but were cancelled out by eachother now that Poison fell silent Ghoul’s idea began to get a little more dangerous*
…I want to send a message. It’s going to require a lot of fire power though and a little bit of under city tunneling. Your old apartment, they’re have been rumors of pre built bomb bunkers in most every building in the city. Was your place fortunate enough to have one attached? If so I’m going to need you do find me or draw me up some blue prints of some of the main surrounding buildings in a one mile radius around it.
*his tone was cold as his place slowed*
You see Poison this is where we are differing…
*He grabbed Poison by the collar of his jacket pulling him up to his feet*
.. and I don’t like indifference, not in a fucking time like this. You don’t have to agree on what the plan is and you don’t have to like what i tell you to do but you’re going to do it, ready or not because you see our buddies over in battery city are not going to give you any more time to recover.
*He let go of his jacket, his free hand still balled and clenched slightly*
We need you because you know how to use a gun, you can take orders and you, whether you choose to believe it or not, can motivate others to do the same. Now in the end when this is all said and done and you’re still feeling a little raw, I can take you out back and put you out of your misery but until then you better fucking snap the fuck out of this funk and get your head in this or so help me it’s coming off. Now. Get the fuck inside.
The red head gasped in a surprised shock as Ghoul pulled him up by the collar. His eyes were wide as the other talked to him like that. He could feel his heart beat rushing, making it sound like a massive drum solo in his head. For a moment he considered disagreeing but Ghoul’s look told him not to unless he wanted to, as the smaller man had called it, lose his head. Slowly and lightly trembling he turned around walking back inside.
*Ghoul was tired of the games and he had had enough of Poison’s responses, if he wasn’t going to listen by choice then Ghoul was going to fix that, free of guilt. He followed the other back inside into the room and watched as he sat down on the floor. Ghoul stopped, crouching down in front of him, getting to his eye level*
remember what I said, you listen and you abide, do you understand me.
*ghoul no longer felt like the funny man, he felt like he was taking poison’s job and at the moment he was. he got up and turned back to Pixie*
what did you ask again?
*Ghoul heard the footsteps exit the room. He was starting to get annoyed but he was going to let him go. He tried to focus in on Pixie’s questions but let out an aggravated growl.*
Stay here, I’ll be back.
*He strormed out of the room, his eyes racing looking for the familiar red tint hiding off somewhere. He walked outside and called his name a few times, making a round of the building until he came to a startled Poison*
Listen to me and listen to me good. You’re going to get your sassy ass back into that room, you’re gonna fucking listen to the plan and follow orders and you’re fucking not going to walk out again.
*He kneeled down in the slightest, Ghoul was not having this moodyness anymore*
As of right now I am in charge and you will do what I say when I say it, do you fucking understand me? Now get up and move, inside. Now.
“You should’ve let me die there”, he whispered. “I’m of no use to you.” He didn’t want to get back inside that room. He wasn’t ready for this. There were too many thoughts in his head. Of the past. Of his past. And he clearly wasn’t ready to follow any orders, no matter how much he pretended to be.
You see Poison this is where we are differing…
*He grabbed Poison by the collar of his jacket pulling him up to his feet*
.. and I don’t like indifference, not in a fucking time like this. You don’t have to agree on what the plan is and you don’t have to like what i tell you to do but you’re going to do it, ready or not because you see our buddies over in battery city are not going to give you any more time to recover.
*He let go of his jacket, his free hand still balled and clenched slightly*
We need you because you know how to use a gun, you can take orders and you, whether you choose to believe it or not, can motivate others to do the same. Now in the end when this is all said and done and you’re still feeling a little raw, I can take you out back and put you out of your misery but until then you better fucking snap the fuck out of this funk and get your head in this or so help me it’s coming off. Now. Get the fuck inside.
